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Have I mentioned I love you?
I know I did 5 seconds ago,
but I wanted to make sure.
Because I say it all the time in my head,
whenever I'm looking at you,
whenever you do something silly or dumb,
whenever you grin or smirk,
all I can think about in my head is
I love you.

Have I mentioned I miss you?
I know I've probably said it 20 times today
in a little green bubble on my phone,
but it pops in my head with everything that happens.
I'll be sitting in the car and something will remind me that
I miss you,
or I'll be laughing a joke someone told and it'll remind that
I miss you,
or I'll just be looking at old photos and videos and it'll remind me that
I miss you.

Have I mentioned I need you?
I don't know if I tell you enough,
because every moment of my day is spent thinking about you.
If you walk away,
you can walk away with my heart,
if you find someone better,
give them my heart so you don't have to get hurt,
my heart is broken anyways,
but you've been fixing it since you got here.
Knowing that,
reminds me all the time that
I need you.

Have I mentioned I love you?
Because I really do and I want to make sure you know that.
I love you despite the ups and downs,
I love you despite the distance,
I love you despite all the other boys in the universe.
I love you.
Images of your face crowd my mind.
Beauty in all you are.
I found that picture from when we where kids.
Best friends then
Best friends now.
But there is something i havnt told you.
See i think i love you.
I find myself thinking about you more than a friend should.
I think about how much we've grown together.
I think about the times ive cried on you, and you on me.
All the times you have told me you might sorta like me.
I want to be more, best friend.
Usually lovers are best friends.
And i feel our connection goes beyond holding hands.
We should be cuddling in my old treehouse.
We should be us
Best friend,
*be my girlfriend?
I'd still love her with all her flaws
She is mine not yours
For her I'd break down many doors
She is mine not yours
**** your rules, **** your laws
Cos’ she is mine not yours
They say I am under a curse
Well she is still mine not yours
They say fighting for her is not a just cause
But she is still mine not yours
And for her my domino would always fall
Because she is mine and not yours.
I think it is the
ambiguity lying
behind my eyes
mixed with the
honey lingering
after every kiss
that leaves you
trapped inside of
my universe.
-irresistible
You used to call me Starshine
I used to wonder why.
I used to call you Moonshine, now I
See the reason I

Got so drunk off words you spoke I
nearly went blind.
Now and then see you pretend
through misty foggy eyes

That time the wind and us the dust
swept up away and off.
Nothing left where nothing was
swept up away and off.

(you know)
I could never lie when I was
staring at your curls.
Cashing in those empty bottles
just to buy you pearls.

I drank 'em first but there's no thirst
quite like the one you left me with.
Always parched, and never quenched until
I find you in a fifth.

I used to call you Moonshine
Now you're whiskey, bourbon, rye.
You used to call me Starshine
and I still wonder why.
I just don't understand
we used to be so perfect

you used to tell me
that I was the best thing that ever happened to you

i used to make you so bright and colorful
you used to be so happy with me

you used to bring me flowers and say
until you met me you thought about killing yourself

but you don’t say these things anymore
and you don't do these things anymore

and lately I'm not sure if you even feel
the echo of those things anymore

and now I'm sitting alone in my room
crying over the dried petals of a dead rose
did this in like 30 seconds because I have so many feelings swirling inside me right now
If I had known that would have been goodbye,
Maybe I wouldn't have left so fast,
I would have kissed your cheek,
Squeezed your hand,
Sunk into your hug a little deeper.
But now you're down in Texas,
And I'm here in Minnesota, alone.
Would have, could have, should have
 Aug 2016 Zenab Rehman
Badatpoems
You are a poet
You told me
I guess, I am the only one who knows.

But the question is,
                                             *why me?
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